Cum With Me If You Want To Live

Casey's eyes were on her tablet, but they weren't reading her script. They were fixed on the time. Ticking seconds, an inexorable march of numbers, taunted by the much faster staccato patter of her heart. Forty minutes past two on a Saturday. Twenty minutes 'til showtime. Twenty minutes until she got up on stage and tried to sell herself to the convention audience.

Maybe nobody would show, she told herself for not the first time. Maybe she'd find herself alone in that auditorium, as she was now. Maybe the seats would all be empty, and she could step back from the mic with an easy shrug, letting the responsibility tumble from her shoulders. If a tree falls in the forest with nobody to hear it, has it really made a sound? By that same token, would Casey Evans, thirty-year-old private accountant and hobbyist erotica writer, really make a fool of herself if nobody watched her do it? A distressingly comforting thought.

So when the door to the little dressing room for convention speakers flew open and admitted a tall, broad-shouldered man in a long, black coat, Casey didn't even notice. Her eyes were still on the endless flow of time. She first saw him when she rose her head from her screen and spotted him in the dressing mirror, looking like a muscular wraith in front of the door. The curtains were drawn, so the man was lit by the electric glow of the hotel's overhead lighting.

"You are Casey Evans," he declared.

"Y-Yes?" she replied once she'd recovered from the shock, though the man's tone didn't suggest he had been asking a question. "Is it... Is it time to go?"

"Go?" The man's heavy chin and thick brow afforded him a stilted, rhythmic manner of speech, like he'd planned each syllable in his head before uttering it. He had an accent too, though Casey couldn't place it. Somewhere European? Beneath the flow of his coat, his jeans were taut across his muscle. She also noticed that the man was wearing a pair of sunglasses indoors.

"T-To the hall?" she prompted, tucking some of her bob of blonde hair behind one ear. "For the seminar?"

The stilted man nodded. "You are hosting a discussion entitled 'Marketed Desire: How to share your erotica writing skills in a professional recruitment process.'"

She swallowed. Having the title of her presentation read back to her by this thick, imposing man made her feel small. "Yes," she breathed.

"I am not here for that."

"O-Oh. Then... can I help you with something?"

"Affirmative, you can."

The man stepped forward. His heavy, leather boots thudded against the hotel's practical carpeting. He held out one hand towards her.

"Casey Evans," he said, "I have been sent back in time from the future to find you."

Stepping backwards caused Casey's ass to bump against the table she had been using. The wooden edge of the surface bounced against the mirror behind it, and the sound of shaking glass made her jump. This in turn caused her bag to fall over on the tabletop, and a clatter of cosmetics rained over the screen of her tablet. In the wake of this little commotion, silence.

"No," she said.

"Yes," he replied. "Fifty years from now, the world will have been taken over by renegade machines. A resistance movement of the last remaining humans continues to fight. This would not be possible without the leadership of a single, surpassing human warrior. Casey Evans, that human will be conceived here, now. At the 2025 Literotica Convention in Grand City."

"B-B-B-..." said Casey, blown back the man's ludicrous tale. "B-B-By conceived, y-you mean...?"

"By you and I," he confirmed with a nod. "Now, give me your clothes. And prepare to be inseminated."

"Woah!" She threw up both hands as the time-traveller made to approach. "Woah, woah, woah! Y-You cannot expect me to just believe this story at face value, can you?"

"You desire proof?"

"Of course I do!"

The man nodded his head in professional acceptance of her request. Then he shrugged off his leather coat and let it fall to the floor. Beneath, a tight, white shirt that highlighted the rippling muscle of his torso. He raised one arm, bent at the elbow with his fingers pointed at the ceiling.

And the arm... split. With a rattle of complex electrical mechanisms, the man's limb divided down its length. He rolled his own skin down to his elbow. And inside, neat rows of wiring and colourful cables. An iron skeleton bound with copper ligatures. The man flexed his mechanical fingers, and Casey saw a clicking wave of little motions all the way down the machine's arm.

"Shit...!" she breathed. "What... are you?"

"I am a machine soldier, originally designed to hunt humans but reprogrammed by the human resistance," he replied. "My designation is R-KON Model I-10."

"Archon..." she repeated, then cleared her throat. She was getting carried away by the fantasy of the situation. But considering what was at stake, she had to be more sceptical. "I-Impressive prosthetic. But I need more proof."

Archon nodded, as if this was a matter of course. He stretched out his naked hand, revealing a blue-glass lens worked between the raw, steel joints around his palm. The lens flickered to life. And Casey stared at the little hologram woman who greeted her with a cheery smile, standing on Archon's hand.

"No!" she exclaimed.

"Yes," replied the older version of herself with a beaming grin. She was an old woman, at least eighty years old if Casey was one to guess. But her stance was straight and prim, lacking the hunched back that the elderly usually suffered. A soldier's posture. She looked good. Her state of dress also drew Casey's attention, a ramshackle collection of mismatched leathers, bound to her body by black, military weapons straps.

"This is a recording, before you get too impressed," future Casey continued. "I remember being sceptical when Archon came to me at LitCon fifty years ago, too. So I sent him back with this message for you. He's the real deal, you have my word. And you will get pregnant, provided we do our job right, and you will have a child. I know as well as you do that you've always wanted one, you've just never found the right partner to take that step with."

Casey looked away with shame burning her cheeks. The echo of her thoughts made her feel naked.

"Being a mother is... everything we'd wanted," said the old woman hologram. "It's fucking hard, but it's worth it. We have a lot of help from friends. And then, our little one saves the world."

She paused to sniff. When she continued, her hologram eyes were glittering with mirth.

"And I know you're nervous about going on stage in a minute, and a good pounding is great for the nerves! You'll thank me when this big man is done with you! Enjoy!"

A flicker of light, and the tiny woman vanished. Archon began sliding his skin back into place around his arm while Casey caught her breath and settled her thoughts.

It was pretty conclusive proof. She fought the urge to give in to mania and instead considered the situation as carefully as she could. A baby, a real baby. Just like she'd dreamed. Her parents would be thrilled.

Her eyes caught on the tight lines of the mechanical soldier's jeans, the taut fabric of his shirt. He was definitely good looking. And it had already been a hot and heavy day-and-a-half of convention activities. Everywhere she'd gone, Casey had been reminded of sex in all its joyous ingenuity. Lots of sexy people, sharing kinks and stories openly. A perpetual atmosphere of casual arousal. The ceaseless suggestion of fun being had behind closed doors...

Casey smoothed down the hem of her skirt around her knees, then touched at the buttons on her blouse while Archon watched her expressionlessly through his glasses. She had come to Grand City knowing there was a chance she would have a fun fling with a sexy stranger. What was stopping her from getting started here and now? Destiny had decreed it, after all.

"Alright," she said. "You want to have sex? I-I'll do it. But!" she added when Archon made to step into her space. "But could you... let me keep my clothes on? I need to be up on stage in f-fifteen minutes."

"Understood," Archon said with a nod.

"A-And also... the sunglasses," she said, pointing up to his face. "Mind taking them off?"

He acquiesced without question. Behind the black lenses, a pair of beautiful baby blues. Much better.

"Please turn around," said the machine, tucking the lenses into his back pocket, and she did as she was told.

Casey faced herself in the mirror, and she sent herself a brave smile. Archon loomed over her shoulder. Then, his hands were on her hips. Big hands, strong grip. Warm, for a machine. He pulled her firmly back towards him, then gently pressed down between her shoulder blades. It was clear what he wanted. Casey bent forwards with hands on her dressing table, and she pushed her ass upward as best she could to allow him access. Archon slipped his hands up her skirt with a shameless confidence.

"You're a machine," she remarked as he pulled her underwear down to her ankles. "D-Do you know what you are doing back there?"

"Affirmative," he replied at once. "I have been programmed with a modern package of sexual expertise with your own preferences in mind. There is a one hundred percent chance of your satisfaction."

"G-Great," she chuckled, pushing down her nerves. "Get to it then, b-big boy."

"Affirmative."

To her surprise, Archon crouched down to a kneel between her parted legs. He vanished from sight in the mirror. But a moment later, she felt his hands lifting her skirt and revealing her fully. And then, his face was between her thighs.

"O-Ohh!!" she exclaimed as he kissed her. "Oh... my!"

The machine's cunnilingus was startling. He sought out the sensitive spots of her vagina and lapped at them with his powerful tongue. He sucked her clitoris with his thick lips. And all the while, his big hands on her cheeks, holding her in place.

Casey watched her own eyes fluttering in the mirror in front of her. It was as if the mechanoid was reading her mind, how assiduously he pleasured her. When she began pushing her body down against his tonguing, Archon took her movements and used them to heighten his kiss into something deeper and more passionate. Casey began to roll her hips against his indulgent mouth.

"Y-You're really good at that!" she groaned with a lop-sided smile. "I-I might just... cum right now!"

"You are permitted to do so. It will not affect mission parameters."

Casey blinked. "How are you talking?"

"Though a pair of speakers behind my ears."

"Ah. O-Okay."

Before she could tumble over the edge entirely, Archon ceased his kiss. With one last roll of the tongue, the machine peeled himself out from under her and lifted himself back to his feet. Casey watched the tall man handle the catch of his jeans in the mirror. This was it, then. At least she was wet, wet enough to drown in. He'd made sure of that.

Archon braced himself against her hip and then pressed his turgid member's swollen head against her opening. He eased it into her. And it just kept going. Casey's jaw fell open as Archon stepped forward and rested his knees against hers, sheathing his machine cock inside.

"Shit!" she gasped. "Oh, shit!"

She felt heavy with Archon engorged within her. Heavy... but satisfied. Like she'd just consumed a hearty meal. When Archon tugged backwards, dragging his thick cock along her insides, Casey had to tighten her grip on the tabletop to not get pulled along with him. Then, into her again. Casey felt his bare thighs slapping against hers as he penetrated her afresh. Out, then in. Out and in. A mechanoid's resolute rhythm.

"Shit..." She hung her head as waves of electric pressure rippled up her spine, filling her skull with honey and fire. "Oh... fuck!"

Archon held firmly to her waist with both hands. He assailed her with his cock in thick pumps. He never let up. Casey felt like her very molecules would fall apart under the solid, repetitive vibrations of being fucked by the machine soldier. It was... ecstasy. Transcendent.

"Oh, yes!" she moaned. "Jesus, yes!"

Casey stared up at her own reflection. Fuck, she looked good being pummelled! She grinned into the mirror through her own cross-eyed distraction and committed herself to memory. The dishevelled droop of her hair, framing her eyes, the tight lines of muscle up her neck and along her shoulders. But then she glanced higher. Archon was staring down at the small of her back with that lovely blue gaze of his. The machine's solid jaw was hanging open as he also took in the sight of Casey Evans getting good and fucked.

"Are you... having fun back there?" Casey managed between slaps of his cock into her pussy.

Archon looked up and met her eyes through their reflection. She saw him swallow, and she almost came right there and then.

"It was deemed that..." he mumbled, "... that the mission would benefit from... my understanding... sexual gratification."

"What?" she giggled.

"I... have been installed with... synthetic nerves," he explained through gritted teeth. "I can emulate... a human's sensations."

"Mmm!" said Casey. "You can feel my pussy, can you?"

"Aff-Affirmative."

"And you like it?"

"I... I like it."

Bold and giddy, Casey reached back and grabbed one of Archon's big hands on her waist. She tempted him upwards with a tug of her fingers, and he followed obediently. Casey placed him down on her breast over her blouse, and she didn't need to teach him further. He squeezed her, looming intimately over her back, as he continued to pound her.

"God, yes!" Casey groaned aloud. "God... yes!"

And in her ear, whistling through stray locks of her blonde hair, the moaning breaths of a mechanical soldier from the future. He kneaded her breast and thumbed her nipple, and his penetrations were deep and powerful.

Casey would have happily stayed in that posture forever, receiving him forever. But the end was soon upon her. Casey parted her lips in preparation for orgasm.

"C-Climax synchronisation protocol... engaged!!"

Archon's hips thudded against her one, final time. His thick cock filled her up entirely. And his hands shuddered on her body as he poured a load of semen into her. Casey had to wonder whether the machine's cum was organic, or some sort of synthetic blend. Or nano-machines!

She didn't have long to wonder, as the very next moment, she was cumming right along with him. Casey shrieked out her joy as she rode the waves of climax. Her body, aflame with sweet pleasure. Tension and anxiety sloughed from her, leaving her light as a feather. She gasped and groaned through the aftershocks, sliding back and forth on Archon's wet cock to draw every last throb of orgasm out of herself. And finally, she was done. Archon slipped himself out of her gently and stepped away.

Casey turned about and sat herself down with a sigh on her cluttered table. Her ass ached where it took her weight, marked by the machine's persistent pummelling, but it was a pleasant ache. A satisfied ache. Her eyelids fluttered, jaw hanging slack until she found the energy to close it. Her eyes caught the screen of her tablet beside her. Good, she still had a few minutes to spare. Running a hand through her hair, she addressed the mechanoid.

"So..." she said, "I'm pregnant?"

"That was the intention, affirmative."

"And our child is going to... save the world?"

Archon pulled up his jeans and reattached them around his waist with a crisp motion of his hands. "That is correct."

"But wouldn't some other woman have been better?" she asked, smoothing her skirt down her thighs. "I'm grateful that future me thinks I have what it takes to raise humanity's saviour. But I'm just a middling author of pulp erotica from Seattle. Surely there was a better girl than that to choose from. A soldier or a philosopher, an engineer? What do I know about saving the world?"

She was staring down at her dangling legs, trying not to drown in the old anxiety that had been assailing her in preparation for speaking today. Pooling up around her calves. It was a shock when Archon touched gently under her chin and lifted her face to look upon him instead. His firm, robust expression had softened in the afterglow of their lovemaking, and his baby blues were sparkling.

"Your passion is in your writing, correct?" he asked her. "In exploring complex sociological elements and making sense of them safely and innovatively? In breaking down cultural preconceptions and realigning them for appreciation from a wider audience?"

She swallowed. Making it sound so grandiose... "Yes?"

The machine smiled, and it lit up his face. "Then why not an erotica author to save the world?"

Casey Evans stared up at him. All possible arguments and counters fell away inside her, unable to find purchase in the relaxed satisfaction of her heart. And as she hesitated, Archon stepped away.

"I must go," he said, lifting his coat off the floor and tossing it over one shoulder. "I must not interfere with the timeline any more than necessary. Farewell, Casey Evans."

"Bye," she whispered, waving to him with just her fingers. "Until I... see you again. In the future."

Nodding his head, Archon departed. He closed the door quietly behind himself, and was gone. Casey let a breath of air escape her pursed lips, then hopped off the table. She'd probably better clean herself up.

Once she was decent, she pushed aside the little mountain of cosmetics on her tablet and examined the screen with fresh eyes. She read through the opening lines of her script. Her writing was stilted, she realised now, like a robot's words. She'd better put a joke in there, nice and early, get the crowd relaxed. Or maybe she didn't need a script at all. She knew what she was talking about. She could go without. Smiling to herself, Casey closed down the little machine.

The door slammed open once more. Casey turned into the black lenses of a familiar face.

"Hello again, big boy," she giggled. "Forget something?"

"You misunderstand, Casey Evans," said the soldier, closing the door behind him. "I am not the machine who you performed intercourse with just now. My designation is R-KON Model I-10B, and I was also sent back in time when it became clear that my predecessor failed to conceive a child inside you."

Casey placed her hands on her stomach. "Wh-What?"

"Do not fear. I have been provided with a more comprehensive suite of upgrades to ensure insemination."

Archon-B shameless tore open his jeans and pulled down his briefs. His massive erection sprang free at once. And as Casey watched, the organ was joined by the clicking assembly of a cushioned brace of winged steel emerging from between his legs, ready to grip and hold her. She gaped at the great, mechanical penis as it began to buzz with electric energy in wide bands of motion, starting at the base and rippling upwards. It throbbed with power. Casey realised she was chewing her lip.

"Do I have permission to begin the procedure?" asked the new machine.

Casey decided she didn't need to check her tablet. "Sure," she said with a coy smile, "I have time."